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Wildhearts

Carefree country music to uplift and let loose. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Poland.

Copy of Wildhearts

Miles To Go

From Samoan Country Singer TAULIA LAVE's debut album 'Modern Day Cowboy'

Wild Horse

DJ Leonak - Pure Leader

Jailbreak/Sunday Supper

Sunday Supper

A song about facing your own mortality before you Irish goodbye from planet Earth.

WHEN IT'S MY TIME

RCW Lyft & Transport

My Religion

Old Slow Heartbreak

this song is made for someone so special in my heart 

For My Love

V1
We had a real good run
But she didn’t want forever
And I wanted better weather
And that girl really cleaned up
Cuz now she’s drivin’ my Expedition
And renovatin’ my kitchen
But it’s just my luck
Cuz now I’m…

CH
Sittin’ here at Robbie’s doin’ doubles of Bacardi
And nobody gonna slow me down
Been spendin’ time reflectin’ on the little I got left 
And the crazy way it all turned out
Looks like I got nada down here in Islamorada
But don’t feel sorry for me
She got the truck
She got the house
But I got The Keys

V2
I’m on a Hemingway High
Don’t know who got a better bargain
Cuz I’m out catchin’ tarpon
Palm Trees and Key Lime pie
Givin’ me a green flash of insight
That I can do this every night
Guess we both made out alright
Cuz now I’m…

Repeat CH

BR
So I’ll take the blame for this reset
Cuz I’ve got her to thank for this sunset
And now I'm…

Final CH
Sittin’ here at Robbie’s doin’ doubles of Bacardi
And nobody gonna slow me down
Been spendin’ time reflectin’ on the little I got left 
And a seniorita’s checkin’ me out
Problems, I got nada, down here in Islamorada
So don’t feel sorry for me
She got the truck
She got the house
But I got The Keys
Turns out after it all went south
I got The Keys
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I Got the Keys (demo)

Champagne Dreams

[Verse 1]
Out back in the heartland
In the deep south
Comin' this fall
Trailer Park Boys and Girls go on an emotional roller-coaster for the ages
In

[Chorus]
"Doublewide Love"
There must be something in the water that makes our trailers shake
Giddy up
"Doublewide Love"
20 feet -- nay
9 feet

[Verse 2]
We take trailers
Put that bitch on the back of a pickup truck
Meet me in the middle Tryna F-150

[Chorus]
20 feet
Nay 10 feet--
Oh! Nay 9 feet
This autumn Roll on down to your local cinemas
We'll see you there


[Verse 3]
Meet me in the Double Stack
In a tire tower
It's a cow flop
It's a flop and drop Double Stuck

[Verse 4]
--Me in the garbage pail
Bernice Celebrate from a septic tank
Shooting from the hip
In this thrilling
I was raised
And come on back
"Doublewide Love"

Doublewide Love

aahana <3

All Music Written by Alex Young and Patrick Britt

Demo

Makin' Me Smile (Alex Young/Patrick Britt)

"Brimming with nostalgic grit and a call for unity, 'We Could Use Some Woodstock' is a heartfelt country rock anthem that transports you back to the golden era of peace and music. With lyrics that recall legendary moments from Woodstock and icons like Janis, Hendrix, and the Grateful Dead, the track paints a vivid picture of a time when music was pure, communal, and transformative. It's a raw, unfiltered invitation to set aside our differences, embrace the spirit of classic rock n' roll, and believe that love and brotherhood can still light the way. Get ready to ride along on this two-lane midnight journey where every note reminds you: sometimes, we could all use a little more Woodstock in our lives."

We Could Use Some Woodstock

Life is our art.  The whole thing is just our creation.  It's sometimes messy, ugly, beautiful and we judge ourselves and others.  That is like judging a painting or sculpture, it just doesn't work.  Its just art.  Not good, not bad, just art.

Just Art

Classic Cliche' song about being done wrong

NUMBER TWO

Never Call Again

Amen

Biscuit Beats - I Ain't gay

OLD FREINDS

Lyrics:
Table Top Two-Step

The neon sign's buzzin’, it's Friday night
Boots on the sawdust, feeling just fine
Jukebox is loud, got a beer in my hand
Didn’t expect what was about to land

She saunters in with a glint in her eye
Cowboy boots and a skirt yay high 
With a stomp and a clap she starts to sway,
Every head in the place turns her way

She’s the queen of the barroom, stealing the show
Hops on a table, lets it all go
Heads are turning, jaws hit the floor
She does the table top two-step 
And the crowd yells for more

She jumps down laughing, drags me onto the floor
We circle the room like we’ve done this before
Crowd’s hootin’ and hollerin’, can’t get enough
That sassy girl is struttin’ her stuff

She’s the queen of the barroom, stealing the show
Hops on a table, lets it all go
Heads are turning, jaws hit the floor
She does the table top two-step 
And the crowd yells for more

The bouncer shrugs; the bartender grins
This ain’t the first time this gal’s been in
Friday night and she’s here again
Blows into the bar like a hurricane

She’s the queen of the barroom, stealing the show
Hops on a table, lets it all go
Heads are turning, jaws hit the floor
She does the table top two-step 
And the crowd yells for more

She does one last twirl around the dance floor
Then with a wave of her hat she’s out the door
I’m willin’ to bet, not many’ll forget
That gal and her table top two-step

Table Top Two-Step

It’s ten to twelve, Friday night, belly to the bar
Eatin’ Dunkin Donuts, wondrin’ who you are

I won’t get no second chance if I don’t speak up soon
Cause one like you don’t come along but once in a blue moon

Every time I glance at you—you look my way
I get these big fat butterflies 
And what I’d like to say

   Is what’s the Deal
   Are you for real
   I’m afraid you’ll disappear by midnight

   You understand
   I’m just a man

   Ya got too much sex appeal
   And I can’t help how I feel
   Ya seem too good to be true
   Now what’s the deal

I stop to get my coffee and my donuts every night
Hopein’ that you’ll speak to me—stretchin’ every bite

You’re fascinatin’—to watch, you have so many ways
Of packin’ up those donuts--Jelly filled or Glazed

I wanna ask you for a date but I don’t think I can
You look at me, I’m paralyzed 
You’re messin’ up my plan
   
   So what’s the Deal
   Are you for real
   I’m afraid you’ll disappear by midnight

   You understand
   I’m just a man

   Ya got too much sex appeal
   And I can’t help how I feel
   Ya seem too good to be true
   Now what’s the deal
 
   I might get the nerve some day to look you in the eye
   And it don’t matter what you say, I will still reply
   
   So what’s the Deal
   Are you for real
   I’m afraid you’ll disappear by midnight

   You understand
   I’m just a man

   Ya got too much sex appeal
   And I can’t help how I feel
   Ya seem too good to be true
   Now what’s the deal
     
Yeah what’s the deal

Are you for real

Yeah what’s the deal                                                            


c  6/01

What's the deal (s)

Broken Roads

I’m The Problem

I Got Better

Open Road

In “Email Recall Blues,” the abrupt click of a “send” button on a late Sunday night captures the cold efficiency of mass firings by email—“Big bold letters said you’re outta sight”—mirroring how the Trump administration laid off over 275,000 federal workers in early 2025, often via impersonal electronic notices. The song’s later plea—“Now they’re draggin’ us back through the wire”—echoes the real-world scramble to reinstate essential personnel when vital functions ground to a halt, as the administration reversed layoffs for hundreds of health and safety workers at agencies like NIOSH just ahead of congressional hearings. By framing this cycle of dismissal and recall as a messy “big ol’ mess they couldn’t foresee,” the lyrics indict leaders who treated public service roles as disposable, only to realize too late that their “house of cards” depended on the very employees they’d cast aside.

LYRICS 

[Verse]
Boss man clicked send on a Monday night
Big bold letters said you're outta sight
Packed our desk up in a cardboard square
Tipped our hats and got out of there

[Verse 2]
We were sipping coffee watching the news
Who knew chaos was the job they'd choose
Servers crashed and lines went wild
Ran the country like a reckless child

[Chorus]
Now they're draggin' us back through the wire
Emailing like we’re the fuel for their fire
A big ol' mess they couldn’t foresee
Turns out they can’t run it without folks like me

[Verse 3]
They thought the wheels would spin on their own
Now they’re lost without their worker drone
Paid consultants couldn’t call the shots
All the brains left the parking lot

[Bridge]
Oh the irony tastes like sweet champagne
When power trips flow straight down the drain
Guess sometimes you need the ones you scoffed
To stop your house of cards from falling off

[Chorus]
Now they’re begging us back through the wire
Lighting inboxes like a frantic pyre
Turns out they need our sweaty sleeves
To fix the system they don’t believe

Broken Roads

Allan Jarrard